Guoguo answered fiercely, "I don't want to eat, I want to sleep!"
"You two dragged me up early in the morning, and I'm still sleepy!"
Feng Fuce said coldly, "If you don't eat, then sit up, and let's continue chatting."
Hearing the threat, Guoguo suddenly sat up.
"You!" He looked at Feng Fuce angrily.
But the young man just crossed his arms, looking every bit like he was backing up Bai Zhi'er.
Knowing he was weaker than Feng Fuce, the boy had to lower his head and not take it seriously.
He grabbed the pastry from Bai Zhi'er's hand and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing angrily.
The little one blinked her big eyes and asked, "Is it tasty?"
"Delicious!" Guoguo shouted perfunctorily.
Bai Zhi'er exhaled a breath of milk aroma, "That's good."
It seemed that Guoguo didn't mind the pastry that fell on the ground.
Feng Fuce reached out, "Come back and sit down, the mountain path is unstable, you might fall later."
